In Which Your Humble Blogger failed to work in the Martin Luther King, Jr. quote about how there is nothing more tragic than to sleep through a revolution.
In Which Your Humble Blogger promised the department chair not to do any mathematics, you know, professionally, but never promised not to ask other people to do them for me.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still moved by participatory self-government, even in These Uncertain Times.
In Which Your Humble Blogger covers his face in pride.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes this finds you as it leaves him: safe, healthy and full of hope.
In Which Your Humble Blogger grew up in the desert. But y'all knew that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger retells a we-ee-ee-eird experience.
In Which Your Humble Blogger seems not to have W.H. Audened here before.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is just sharing a moment with y'all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is just never satisfied.
